There I was in the supermarket the other day when I came across what I thought must be an early display of selection boxes. Trouble was I was in the toiletries section and these big shiny red boxes contained not chocolate but condoms.
Archives for October 2015
It was another rough week for my home town with Bradford afforded the dubious title of the worst place in Britain to live. Time to make a case for the defence then.
Forgive me Father for I have sinned!
A friend of mine had been having some bad luck recently with her choice of men. Naturally, as any friend would, I offered my good counsel; poor woman I hear you say in unison.
It was a very strange start to the week I have to confess, largely because I was in de-clutter mode. I had also been listening to George talking fervently about the Northern Powerhouse, halfway into Monday, although barely a bone had moved at this powerhouse.